Day 8 - Part 2
My apologies to all who thought that this chapter would feature “whale’s tails”, but alas, no. The chapter title just refers to the fact that we toured the World Showcase counterclockwise, and I figured that in this chapter I’d be able to get through our adventures in the U.K. and France. Of course we also went through Canada, but adding “I see Ottawa” to that rhyme just spoils the rhythm.
After our tour of humanity’s achievements through the ages via Spaceship Earth, we got back on track with our original plan and started heading toward the World Showcase. When we reached the lake, my family turned right, toward Canada, but I stopped and took a set of pictures for yet another stitched photograph. This one is of the World Showcase as seen from the Future World side of the lake, and is made of 26 separate photos. I didn’t capture the countries on the far ends, Mexico and Canada, but you can see from Norway to the U.K. I’m not sure how it looks here on the trip report, but in Photobucket, if I zoom to “original size” it is amazing! You can see individual people and all kinds of details. I can see the mariachi band at the far left (so apparently I did capture a little bit of Mexico) and the U.K. phone booths at the far right. I wonder if it’s possible to get it printed somewhere in original size? It’d almost be like a wallpaper border.
With my shutter finger worn out, I turned and walked double-time to catch up with my family. We arrived in Canada and went into the gift shop. While we were browsing, Marlene grabbed one of their famously-named soaps, shoved it under James’ nose and said, “Here James….smell Beaver Butt!” (Even if this is the first chapter of my trip report that you’ve read, you can probably tell which child is the older sibling in that scenario.) Anyway, we got a laugh out of that -- it’s not everyday that you hear that sentence. Outside of Epcot, that sentence was probably last uttered by some backwoods trapper in 1857 or so, I’d guess.
In the store, we found some Disney character ornaments that we liked and bought them, but you won’t believe this -- back home, we completely forgot about them and they never made it onto our Christmas tree this past year. I ran across them in January. Whoops. Oh well, next year.
The kids posed for a hat picture and durn, it would’ve been a great one if I had done a better job focusing.
Then we moved on toward the United Kingdom. Marlene was all excited to show the rest of the family how we’d called the phone booth the day before. So, we took up our position across the street and tried again. This picture looks like we got a taker, but…no. They picked up the phone and hung it up.
Judy didn’t want to spend time dawdling here, so we moved on. We went into a gift shop in the United Kingdom; I don’t remember the name…the first one that we came to, on the right. I was tempted to buy a Beatles shirt, but decided I didn’t really need it. Then I came across a thing where you could look up your family’s coat of arms. A cast member helped me find it, and I started to prepare my camera to take a picture, but the cast member wouldn’t let me. That’s a privilege for paying customers only. You have to
pay to get that kind of info.! Maybe I would have, if I believed that my family actually had a coat of arms. Oh yes. Way, way back, the “glennbo’s” were aristocracy! I think it’s all a bunch of hooey. I should have told her that my name was Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen. (He was number one!) I’ll bet they somehow have a coat of arms even for that.
We browsed through that gift shop and then went across the street to another one that featured food items and teas. We saw “digestives” and asked a cast member what they were. I forget how she tried to describe them to us, but it didn’t really help our understanding very much. Looking on Wikipedia now, I think they could just be described as a biscuit, eaten with tea or coffee.
We left there and started heading toward France. Along the way, I asked the family to pause for a couple of pictures with France in the background.
I was really wishing that I could be in the picture too, and right about that time another park guest, an older gentleman, was walking by so I asked him to take a picture for me. I got it lined up, showed him which button to push and all that, and got in behind my family.
We watched him move the camera in a kind of searching, circular motion and then he fired off a round. It sailed over our shoulders.
I ran over to see the result and said, “Uh, yeah….would you mind taking another? You know, maybe a little more to the right?” I decided that however this one turned out, I wasn’t going to ask him again.
Well, better anyway. Satisfied that I had at least gotten some trip report material, we continued on.
The first thing we hit in France was the perfumery. The girls looked, sniffed, and sampled, but James and I were not exactly in our element. The cast member that you can see near James in this next picture said something funny to him, but I didn’t write it down in my notes. Obviously, I knew that I couldn’t possibly forget it and it didn’t need to be written down, but now I can’t remember what she said. It was probably something like, “I’m sure you have a young lady back home that you would like to buy some perfume for?”
Whatever it was, it made James smile and I caught his reaction.
We walked on through to the wines and looked around a little bit. I asked a cast member if he was aware that elsewhere in DisneyWorld, specifically at the gift shop at Animal Kingdom Lodge, they sell “Goats do Roam” and “Goat Door” wines. With his French accent he said, “No, no. That’s ‘Côtes du Rhone’ and ‘Côte d’Or’.” I said, “I realize those are French wines you are describing, but what I’m talking about are African wines with names that are a play on words of their French counterparts.” He was seriously not amused at this news, and since I’d made his day, I decided it was time to make a hasty exit.
Outside in the courtyard, Marlene declared that she was going to spend some of her money in the pastry shop, and she and Lauren ducked in there. I, on the other hand, had decided that it was time to spend the last of my money from Jordan on a beverage. What I had in mind was a Grey Goose Citron Lemonade Slush. Or, a Grey Goose Slushie, for short. We told the girls where we were going and headed off to the stand where these little glassfuls of heaven are created.
I asked Judy to document the moment for my trip report. Me and my Grey Goose Slushie.
Ahhhh. On a hot day like this, this was absolutely magnificent! Thanks Jordan!
We sat nearby, at a little table, waiting for the girls to return.
Marlene got a chocolate mousse, but I guess Lauren opted not to get anything.
Marlene loved the chocolate mousse, I definitely loved the Grey Goose Slushie, Judy, Lauren, and James got the most of their packed-at-home-and-brought-into-the-park carrot sticks, and it was nice to sit down, just for a couple of minutes, before we continued our assault on the World Showcase.
Up next: A more rockin’ phone call
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